So, Hi! This is my first story. I wrote it for an English paper and got an A, so I thought I might as well post it on here, seeing how I read so much from this website. Please give reviews, I would love to improve! Also, if you guys could give me a new name that would be great. Living On is terrible.
"Pony, wake up," Soda nudged me, but I always was a heavy sleeper.
"Huh, what time is it?"
"Eight, we gotta go soon."
"Right." Today is Johnny and Dally's funeral. We're doing a joint funeral because who wants to go to two funerals?
"Listen, I gotta take a shower, so could you get of my arm?" Sodapop said, and I realized that the warm lump under me wasn't a pillow after all and gave Soda his arm back. He thanked me before he grabbed his towel. Now I have the room to myself.
Getting up from our bed I tripped over some of Soda's textbooks. He's been studying for his G.E.D. for the last two weeks. I am happy for him, but he needs to stop leaving his books on the floor or I'm gonna break my neck.
I started to put on my suit. The suit was black and it used to be Soda's. The last time it had been worn was at our folks' funeral. It was all going well, until the tie. I couldn't do it, there were so many twists and knots.
"Darry, can you help me with my tie!"
"Sure."
Darry came over, he was already dressed with his hair brushed. "You should learn how to tie a tie," he said as he took it off of me.
"Never had the chance," I said as he wrapped it around himself. Once he was finished he put it back on me.
"You okay Ponyboy?", Darry looked at me with worried eyes, "You look kind of down." "Yeah, I'm fine," I answered. I didn't want Darry to be concerned with me, he's got enough on his plate. The truth is I was sad, who wouldn't be? Today is my friend's' funeral.
"If you ever need to talk I'm here. You know that, right?"
These past few weeks Darry and me have gotten real close. It's like we're brothers again. When I didn't answer him, he left, leaving me alone again.
I looked in the mirror, The suit didn't look tuff. I looked like a Soc. While I was greasing my hair, I realized something. "My roots are showing," I said out loud softly from shock. Had it really been three weeks? Three weeks since Johnny dyed my hair. It feels like a lifetime ago. I remember that day, when me and Johnny had to cut our hair to hide from the cops. I put up such a fit when he kept pullin' my mine. He never complained about it. I felt that cutting our hair stripped our identities, but he was too scared to think otherwise. Man, I miss that kid.
"Soda, Pony it's time to go!"
Darry hollered us over to go. Seeing my hair undone I scolded myself for takin' so long and quickly finished, doing a half-*ssed job. Rushing into the living room, I saw Soda fully dressed. How long was I zoned out? I asked myself.
"Oh, Pony you're ready. Let's go," Two-Bit was reclining on the couch. How long has he been here?
"It's eight-twenty, what took you so long?" Soda asked, looking concerned.
"I was spacin' out," I deadpanned. I didn't want to lie to them, they know when I lie.
"Everybody! Get in the car!" Darry roared. Darry was gonna drive us, since being the oldest means it's his job to make sure we all get there safely. At least, that's what he tells me.
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